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Chapter 8

Harry was fuming by the time class ended. He assured Ron and Hermione out of the classroom, saying he'd be fine.

Once he was absolutely sure he and the blond professor were alone, he immediately rounded on Malfoy.

"What the hell was that for!" Harry shouted.

"What exactly have I done, Potter?" Lucius inquired politely whilst not looking at Harry, sitting at his
desk and shuffling through some papers.

"You didn't have to make a fool of me in front of the class!" Harry said, slamming his hand down on
Lucius's desk was sitting at to get his eye contact and attention.

"I have a reputation to keep up, Potter. What would everyone think if I had suddenly gone soft? We have to keep our relationship secret." he bit back.

"I…well…wait, what?" Harry sputtered. "Who said I was in a relationship with you?"

"I did." Lucius said simply.

"After one single kiss in that bloody pub?" Harry said dropping his bag the floor. "What the hell?
Why are you so eager to rush this? What did you want to me talk about?"

"If you don't mind, I'd like to discuss certain business with you."

Harry took a step back away from the man.

"You're just like Draco. I can't trust you. All you want to do is fuck me, right?" Harry said his face red with rage. "You sicken me!"

"Harry," Lucius said softly. "I don't want to –ah- fuck you,as you so put it. I just wanted to kiss you, and I will wait and see if you want to continue."

Harry looked down and breathed deeply through his nose, he wouldn't be surprised if he started breathing fire.

He looked away from Lucius, trying his best not to lose his temper.

"I'm sorry, Harry." The man said very quietly, almost whispered.

"I want to kiss you too." Harry said softly, his eyes sparkling with tears of frustration. "I just don't think I'm ready for a relationship yet, not after him."

"Once you get to know me, you'll find I can be nothing like my son. He wasn't exactly nice to his friends he bought around every summer. He'd use them for target practise when hitting bludgers."

Harry wasn't at all surprised by this piece of news.

"I-I'm sorry." Harry stammered out. "I just…can't. I'm still a bit confused."

Lucius walked over to Harry and cupped his face with his leather-clad hands. "I'm sorry too, Harry. I never meant to force you into any corners."

Harry then found himself surrendering into a soft kiss. It didn't last very long, but he enjoyed it immensely.

"How was that?" Lucius asked Harry. The boy seemed to be temporarily speechless.

"I-I…" was all he managed to get out.

"I'll take that as a "yes" then."

Harry nodded hastily, his green eyes bright with emotion.

Lucius slowly leaned forward to kiss him again; Harry didn't object and kissed the man back with all he had.

They stood kissing in the classroom for the next few minutes, and then he heard some kind of rumble coming from the older man as he growled lowly, and pushed him down onto the nearest desk, not breaking the lip contact.

Harry pulled away, baffled and started to panic slightly. "What're you-?"

"Shh." The man cooed and climbed on top of him to kiss him harder.

Harry, again pulled away and cried out "Please stop, don't!"

Lucius was in slight alarm from the panicked voice that sounded from the boy, so he obliged.

"What's wrong?"

"This is all going too fast! Please, at least let this move at my level?"

Lucius breathed deeply and got off the desk. "I'm very sorry, Harry. I lost control."

Harry sighed deeply and said "It's not your fault."

Harry sat up on the desk with Lucius standing over him, both not saying much to each other.

Lucius pushed a strand of Harry's hair out of his eyes and said "I think it's time you go to your next class."

Harry nodded mutely and left the room without another word.


Harry received a note later on in the day. Hedwig delivered it to him around eight o'clock in the evening in the Gryffindor tower.

"Hullo, Hedwig." Harry said quietly as he took the note off her leg. He gave her a quick pet on the head and she flew off out of the window again.

Harry unrolled the note and read the same neat handwriting he had become so familiar with:

Room of Requirement, midnight.Harry smiled down at the note and wondered what was to happen.


Harry took his father's cloak with him, along with the Marauder's map to help him avoid trouble.

He met Lucius right in front of the stretch of wall that made the door of the room of requirement.

"Hello, Lucius." Harry said quietly. The man almost jumped out of his skin.

"Harry, is that you?" The blond said in alarm. The boy pulled off his cloak and smiled up at the man.

Lucius bent down questionably as if to ask permission to kiss Harry, which he allowed.

It was quick, but it said so many things that words alone couldn't express.

Both of them asked permission to enter the room of requirement, and the door appeared.

Lucius took Harry's hand and showed him in.


(Draco's P.O.V!)

He watched quietly around a corner. He saw his father head down this corridor just as he left the
Room of Requirement himself. What on earth what his father need it for? He was curious.

Draco stood stock still, hidden behind the corner of the corridor and watched his father wait outside the stretch of wall.

Soon after, his father almost jumped out of his skin from nothing, but then...Potter! He suddenly appeared out of nowhere by sliding a light material off his shoulders – in invisibility cloak.

Then, the next scene that unfolded before him made his blood boil – his father had just kissed Harry
Potter. Harry Potter, of all people. Was Lucius playing Draco's own game, or did he actually want a relationship with Potter?

This would be interesting...


Lucius and Harry both gasped as they saw what the room had turned itself into.

It seemed like the inside of a very cosy cabin, much like Hagrid's except there was no blazing fire or mysterious creatures running around the place. It had a large double bed, a miniature kitchen with a
kettle. Beside it were two containers labelled "tea" and "sugar."

There was also a small bathroom with a toilet and sink.

Harry grinned and said "I think it's outdone itself this time."

"Indeed, Harry."

"So, why did you want to see me here?"

Lucius smiled down at the boy before him and carded a hand through his unruly locks of ebony hair.

"No reason in particular. Just wanted a chance to talk, rather than being in that pub."

"I like your thinking." Harry smiled as he looked around the room.

Harry made them both tea and they sat at the small wooden table, drinking and talking, exchanging stories and even laughed a little. Harry felt whole and...Was it possible, happy?

Harry had decided he might actually consider being serious with Lucius. He had never felt so happy.


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